A woman walked into a small neighborhood pharmacy one afternoon and went straight to the counter.

The pharmacist looked up with a polite smile. “Good afternoon, ma’am. How can I help you?”

The woman leaned in slightly and lowered her voice.

“I need something strong,” she said. “A poison that will kill my husband but make it look like he died of natural causes.”

The pharmacist’s smile disappeared immediately.

“Ma’am,” he said firmly, “I absolutely cannot help you with anything like that. What you’re asking for is illegal, dangerous, and completely unacceptable.”

The woman remained calm.

The pharmacist continued, “In fact, I’m going to have to call the police and report this conversation.”

Without saying a word, the woman reached into her purse and pulled out a small photograph.

She placed it on the counter and slid it toward him.

The pharmacist hesitated, then picked it up and looked at it.

His eyes widened.

In the photo was the woman’s husband, clearly making love to the pharmacist’s wife.

For a few seconds, the pharmacist said nothing. He stared at the picture, then slowly looked back at the woman.

His expression changed completely.

He cleared his throat, folded the photo, and handed it back to her.

Then he leaned across the counter and said:

“Oh, you should have told me you had a prescription.”